blood and brains and angel cake

body

i'm sorry that i thought i could matter
i'm sorry that i thought i was something
my body reminds me that i'm fucking nothing and you tilt your head in agreement
oh to be something
oh to look in your eyes without making you sick to your stomach
oh i'm disgusting, you tell me every day
oh i'm so sick
oh i'm so hard to look at, i know, you tell me, and i know
to be a virus
to be a monster
to be such an aching sight
oh i'm hideous and you make sure i know it
i know it